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A18559
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The lyf so short the craft so lo[n]ge to lerne; Parliament of fowls
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Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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1477
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STC 5091; ESTC S108760
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none estate I haue none other eye But as for counceyl for to these a make Yf it were reson thenne wolde I Counceyl you the Xyal tercel take As said the tercelet ful skilfully As for the gentilest and most worthy Whom I haue wroght so wel to my plesanÌ„ce That to you ought haue ben a suffysaunce With dredeful voys y e formele her auswerd My right ful lady goddesse of nature Soth it is that I am vnder your yerd And muste be youris while my lif may dure And so muste be euerych ylk a ceature And therfore graunte me my first bone And myn entent I wil you saye right sone I graunt it you qd she right anone This formele egle spake in this degre Al myghty quene vnto this yere be done I aske respyte for to aduyse me And after that to haue my choyse fre This is al somÌ„e that I wil speke seye Ye gete no more al yf ye do me deye I wil not serue venus ne cupide Forsothe al 's yet by no maner of way Now fith it may non other wayes betide Quod nature here is nomore to saye Thenne will I that these fowles were away Eche with his make for taryeng lenger here And said hem thus as ye shal after dere To you speke I ye tersellis quod nature Bee ye of good herte and serue ye al thre Ayere is not so longe to endure And ylk of you peyne hym in his degre For to do wele for god wote quyt is she Fro you this yere what after so befalle This entermesse is dressid for you alle And whaÌ„ this werk al broght was to aneÌ„de To euery foule nature gaf his make By euen acorde and on their way they weÌ„de And lord the blisse and Ioye they make For eche of hem gan other in wynges take And with her neckis eche gan other winde ThaÌ„kyng alway the noble goddes of kinde But first were chosen fowles for to synÌ„ge As yere by yere was alway her vsance To synge a roundel at her departyng To do nature honour laude and plesance The note I trowe made was in france The wordes were suche as ye may here fynde The next vers as I now haue in mynde Que bien ayme tarde oublie And with y e shoutyng whan y e soug was do That fowles made at her flight away I woke and other bokes toke me to To rede vpon and yet I red alway I hope ywis to rede so somÌ„e day That I shal mete somÌ„e thinge for to fare The better and thus to rede I wil not spare Explicit the temple of bras Here next foloweth a tretyse whiche Iohn Gkogan Sente vnto the lordes and gentilmen of the kynges how 's exortyng them to lose no tyme in theyr yougthe but to vse vertues My noble sones and also my lordes deer I your fader called vnworthely Sende vnto you this lytyl tretyse here Wreton with my hand ful rudely And though it be that I not reuerently Have wreton to your estates I you praye Myn vnconnyng take it benygnly For goddes sake and herkne what I saye I complayne whan I remembre me The sodein age that is vpon me falle More I compleyne my myspent Iuuente Whiche is Impossible agayn for to calle But certaynly the most complaynt of alle Is to thenke that I haue ben so nyce That I ne wolde vertues to me calle In al my yougthe but vyces ay cheryâ—â— Of wylke I aske mercy of the lord That art almyghty god in mageste Be sechyng the to make so euen accorde Betwene the and my sowle that vanyte Worldly lust nor blynde prosperyte Haue no lordship of my flessh so freel The lord of vertue parfight vnyte Put fro me vices for my sowles heel And gyue me myht while I haue lyf space Me to conforme fully to thy plesaunce Shewe vpon me the habundanÌ„ce of thy grace In good werkis grante me perseueraunce Of al my yougthe forgete the ygnoranÌ„ce Geue me good will to serue the ay to queme Set al my lyf after thyn ordenanÌ„ce And able me to mercy or thou deme My lordes dere why I this ê¯pleynyng wryte To you whomÌ„ that I loue eutierly Is for to warne you as I can endyte That tyme lost in yougthe folily Greueth a wight bodely and gostly I mene hym that to vices list entende Wherfore I pray you lordes specially Your yougthe in vertue shape ye to dispende Thynke how betwene vertue and estate Ther is a blissid parfyght mariage Vertue is cause of pees vice of debate In maÌ„nes sowle for which with ful corage Cherisshe ye vertue the vices to outrage Dryue ye away late hem haue woÌ„nyng That your sowles lese not the heritage Whiche god hath gyuen to vertuê° lyuyng Take ye hede also how folk of poure degre Thurgh vertue haue ben set in grete honour And euer haue lyued in gret prosperite Thurgh cherisshyng of vertuous labour Thynke also how many agouernour Called to estate hath ben set ful lowe Thurgh misusyng of right and of errour Therfore I counceile vertu that ye knowe Thê° by your eldres ye may nothiÌ„g claime As my maister chawcer seith expresse But teÌ„peral thing y t may hurte mayme Thenne god is stock of vertuous noblesse And sythen he is lord of blessidnesse And made vs alle and for vs alle deyde Folowe ye hym in vertue with ful besynesse And of this thing herkne hou it is seyde The first stok fader of gentilnesse What man that claymeth gentil for to be Must folowe his trace and his wittes dresse Vertue to folowe and vices for to fle For vnto vertue longeth dignyte And not the reuerce saufly dar I deme Al were he mytor crowne or dyademe This first stok was ful of rightwisnes Trewe of his word sobre pyetous and free Clene of his goste and loued besynes Agayn vice of slouthe in honeste And but his eyer loue vertue as did he He is not gentil though he riche seme Al were he mytor crowne or diademe Vice may wel be to holde richesse But ther may no man almen may wel see Bequethe his eyer his vertuoê° noblesse That is appropred vnto no degre But to the first fader in mageste That makes hem eyres that can hem qneme Al were he crowne mytor or diademe Plante the rote of yougthe in suche awyse That in vertue your growyng be alway Loke ay godenes be in your excersyse That shal you myghty make at eche asay The frende for to withstoÌ„de and his affray Passe ye wisely this perilous pilgremage Thynke ye on this word wirke euery day That shal you gyue a parfyt flourid age Take ye also hede hou y e thise noble clerkis Wryten our bookes of grete sapience Sayng that feyth is dede with oute werkis So is estate withoute Intelligence Of vertue therfore with diligence Shape ye of vertue so to plante the rote That ye come by experyence To worship of lyf and sowlis bote Thynke also that lordship ne